User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-4094509-20111124164423

The weasel draws his dagger out and Rooto stares at him, his dull eyes searching the weasel cautiously. The weasel takes interest in him, and Rooto doesn't feel comfortable. He pats Fling on the head and takes another sip of the grog before saying, "Ahoy, what be yer name, matey?"